Summers, Flat tyres and the Mess

Times when schools close down, times when nights are shorter, times when you love your cottons and coolers, times when you prefer to be locked indoors in the mornings-noons, times when even the cooking lovers hate to enter their kingdoms, times when you gorge on cucumbers, kulfis & golas, times when sugarcane juice joints are the most crowded of all, times when Baroda’s Ratri Bazaar which are usually open till 2am past midnight and people crave for more, times when sunstrokes dance around, times when you tan and hair is a mess. 
I am wholly talking about my city Baroda’s summer where I am since 20 years. Yes, my father’s and hubby’s job did give me ample of opportunities to be acquainted to Dehradun, Moradabad, Delhi, Meerut, Ahmedabad, Pune and Gandhinagar but Baroda is a place where I belong to from the bottom of my heart and of course my native Trichur (Kerala).

The Wedding Album

Come Weekend and you plan on a list of to-do things which 
for me usually turns out to be a FLOP-SHOW as there are so many things on my plate which come on priority at the last moment and of course, why shouldn’t I blame the heat blessed upon Gujarat the moment summers set-in…..Phew….!!!

I am a hard core last minute person, my parents thought that I might change after getting married, my hubby thought that I might change after being a mommy but I am still the same old person – though motherhood has lately improved my graphs, yes, my little Jianna is giving me a hands-on training daily - to bathe and get dressed fast, to eat quickly, to watch the Idiot box less, movies have become once in blue moon, to pre-plan short journeys, to be patient and the list will go till I end. This weekend experienced an unexpected visit from one of my very old childhood friends with her parents after almost years of a good gap which lead to wavering of my planned schedule. No sooner than they entered and there began a heap of sharing the latest news, briefing of the developments, the changes and the new beginnings happened in the last few years - out of which first included showing of my most sought after story book – THE WEDDING ALBUM.

The little innocent soul who swept my feet off.....

The little milestones in Jianna’s life is a celebration at our place. She lights up every dark corner and pushes out the frowning-scowling time in a jiffy. A baby in your life is a blessing from above.          

Yesterday, to our eyes’ astonishment my baby Jianna joined hands all by herself without anybody’s instructions and started muttering in her baby language, while we were sitting for our family prayer session…..this doesn’t happen daily guys……it’s a rare scene. Though it didn’t go on for a long time, she was just imitating us and trying to say the prayers as fast as we said. This act brought in smiles on our faces and made us realize the fact that she has unknowingly started developing her religious self from within. 

Heres to the little innocent soul who swept my feet off......

To Jianna, With love Mamma….

The very day you were born,

You know you took my heart away.

Now that I strongly adorn

The mother’s role I play.

As I look into your dark innocent eyes,

And find an ocean of curiosity

Deep within whatever lies

Will grow with gradual velocity.

The little steps to the running around

Keeping me on my toes;

The little hugs to your chirpy sound,

Erasing all my woes.

Your giggles and smiles fill my day,

Despite the titsy-bitsy tantrums

Which makes me well grey.

Doubt if I allow humdrums anyway.

Days will fly quick and fast;

With books, pens and erasers.

Dance up to the last,

To live and be the acers.

You are my ray of sunshine,

And the dream come true.

Like a pretty princess pine,

Whom I would always tend to...

My sincere prayers forever,

Be the rock of gold,

Strike out your fear,

Go strong as your life enfolds.

- Anjana Jins 

  Dated - 3rd May, 2014

How I Wonder!!!

Ok life is going well but there was this unpredictable shocking news which we encountered over a month ago - Yes, there were cries & disappointments in the air but life has to move on and so do we...... 

We the women folk actually should give ourselves a little more importance in all terms -  in all terms meaning in all terms….. What if we become wives or mommies or age with age or become grannies?????

I think Teenage is the best phase in a girl’s life – so what if we are burdened with books and career path confusions, with entrance tests’ clearance and getting into good colleges, attack of acnes and when no remedies work, with infatuations and the silent crushes, with heart-breaks that stumble and tear our world apart, with tensions of shopping better than our bestie’s wardrobe,  day dreaming of handsome jobs and finally the fairytale weddings…… atleast this is a phase we thought about ourselves in a broadway out.

And one fine day when we manage to reach and achieve some of our dreams, the personalized female thought process ceases and is taken over by so-called rest of the family matters which they think must be on the top of the list. Is this life???? Yes it is…..no matter how much we try and control it, seems hard and impossible. Am I not correct girls?? 

I still remember the times when all that mattered to me was "ME"...... still I had so much on my mind. I was the Princess of my State, the Empress of my territory, the Queen of my kingdom, the Dictator of my World...... Ah, what life it was which by all means has gone and will never return. I laugh on my the then teenage spirited thoughts NOW, I mock at my the then clothes NOW, I bang myself for the then doings NOW......and all I conclude is - if I could get few things back and mend it based on my view points NOW, what will happen 10 years later.....will there be a change yet again????? 

I am a 26 year old Mommy NOW......nothings permanent, life has to move on and How I wonder things.....also moves on.....